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Matias Peña

The Loss of Innocence
Exiled from the Garden of Eden
Forbidden fruit lost its skin
glowing from the sun’s kiss.
His scales gripping against her arms
into dusk.
Sour satisfaction dripping down their plump puckered lips
and the tigers roared at the sky falling.
The rivers are on fire.
And they wailed at the sight of horses
running from cheetahs bathed in their hunger
blades for teeth.
Jophiel blew the horn.
Open your innocent eyes
He is here to judge.
Exiled from the Garden of Eden
Forbidden fruit lost its skin
glowing from the sun’s kiss.
His scales gripping against her arms
into dusk.
Sour satisfaction dripping down their plump puckered lips
and the tigers roared at the sky falling.
The rivers are on fire.
And they wailed at the sight of horses
running from cheetahs bathed in their hunger
blades for teeth.
Jophiel blew the horn.
Open your innocent eyes
He is here to judge.
Expulsion From the Garden of Eden

Peter Paul Rubens, 1620
Affliction
I remember you
stumbling like a child
down a street you’ve forgotten
in a place of agony--
I fear one day I will not care
of the beer dancing in your glass
and in another moment
I wish to speak your name again
without guilt--
When dusk bleeds
I still see you walking
the lights exposing you
but you never notice--
In another day
I wish to see you whole again--
What are you when you say--
don’t hate me
don’t hate me
because I love you.
I remember you
stumbling like a child
down a street you’ve forgotten
in a place of agony--
I fear one day I will not care
of the beer dancing in your glass
and in another moment
I wish to speak your name again
without guilt--
When dusk bleeds
I still see you walking
the lights exposing you
but you never notice--
In another day
I wish to see you whole again--
What are you when you say--
don’t hate me
don’t hate me
because I love you.
Son’s Grudge
what are you beyond
these pictures placed on our walls
i've seen for so long--
you are nothing from
the bland smile you have painted--
my eyesight is clear
you are a poor man
your secrets hold lies
and i’m left trapped in
this black endless void
you called a sanctuary
but i know better--
i no longer trust
you, admit that i love you
for i'm a dead man--
time and time again
i ponder how this space sounds
when you are silent.
what are you beyond
these pictures placed on our walls
i've seen for so long--
you are nothing from
the bland smile you have painted--
my eyesight is clear
you are a poor man
your secrets hold lies
and i’m left trapped in
this black endless void
you called a sanctuary
but i know better--
i no longer trust
you, admit that i love you
for i'm a dead man--
time and time again
i ponder how this space sounds
when you are silent.